I've been sleeping really poorly the last couple of days. I have no idea why.
There has been a mix of good and bad news. Lucy's boy, Fays, whom I also consider a friend, was stabbed in a mugging in Sydney. He's all right, but it was a close call.
I auditioned for King Lear and was given the very role I wanted: the Fool. I cast the play in my head while watching the callbacks, and was completely correct, which is strangely gratifying.
I feel like there's too much to do. I sent out too many checks this week, and I think something's going to bounce, which is making me stress unnecessarily intensely. I'm very whingy.